Sunday, January 31, 2016

Yes, I'm running late sharing this -- but I wanted to make sure to share before next week's post of the FOURTH book in this series out later this week! So welcome April back to my blog and check out Auctioned for the Alpha!

When Eric is found, abandoned on the side of the road, he is identified
as an omega and placed in the Omega Auctions. Only, Eric doesn’t know if
he is an omega. He doesn’t know himself at all. The place in his mind
where that information should be is completely blank.

So, when Eric is bought by a steely-eyed alpha and informed that he is
to become a breeding wolf for his new pack, he refuses. He wants to find
out who he is, where he’s from, and what he is supposed to be doing
with his life, not lay on his back and do as his new alpha commands!

Gideon, pack alpha, is utterly beguiled by the strange omega and he will
do whatever it takes to make Eric his. But for once the alpha might
need to seduce rather than command...and he will have to do it quickly.
Because before long Eric’s past is going to catch up with them, and the
alpha and the omega are going to be in for quite a surprise...

“You can,” Gideon said. “You will.” And then he leaned in and he kissed Eric’s cheek before moving across and kissing his ear and then down to his neck. The other man tasted as good as Gideon had known he would and Gideon couldn’t stop from licking along the curve where his neck met his shoulder.

“Gideon, stop...” Eric whispered. “I can’t.”

“You can,” Gideon said again and gently he bit into Eric’s neck, marking him, claiming him. Eric moaned from the contact and threw his head back. Gideon deepened the bite.

“Don’t,” Eric whispered. “Please....”

“I’ve thought about this all day,” Gideon said as he licked the wound that he’d made. “I’ve thought of nothing else since the moment you stepped out of that truck. I ache for you, Eric. I ache so badly it’s almost impossible. I’m desperate for you.”

“I...”

“And I’m going to have you. I have no choice.”

“And me?” Eric asked. “Do I have a choice?”

“No,” Gideon said as he moved to the other side of Eric’s neck. He bit him again and smiled around the bite as the other man gasped. “I’m not going to give you one. I don’t know you yet, Eric, not properly, but already I sense that you could talk yourself out of what you want given the chance. It will be far simpler if I simply take.”

“Take?” Eric gasped.

Gideon nodded and moved his hands. He placed them on either side of Eric’s shirt, paused there for just a moment, and then ripped the two sides apart. A moment later and he ripped the fabric from Eric and let out a sigh when he saw the other male’s bare body. He was even more beautiful than Gideon had expected.

“I’m going to take exactly what I want,” he said.

He moved his hands down to the waistband of Eric’s jeans, paused for another moment, and then pulled the zipper down. Eric watched, wide eyed, as Gideon dragged the jeans down his hips.

“Exactly what I want,” he added.

And then, because Gideon couldn’t wait a single minute more, he dropped to his knees, pulling Eric’s jeans down the rest of the way. The only thing between them now was the thin cotton of Eric’s pants. Gideon smiled. He could see Eric’s thick cock outlined underneath them and it was so much more than he had expected.

“But don’t worry, Eric,” he said as he pulled that cock free. “I’m going to give you what you want. Exactly what you want.”

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

My new series BLOODLINES is finally here. Their love is
taboo. The crossing of wolven bloodlines
is forbidden. Yet Eirik, supreme alpha
and king of the wolves, is tired of hiding his love for Gunnar. The last of his kind, he’s cursed to be
without a mate during his long life. He refuses his destiny and seeks solace
with one of those closest to him.

King’s guard
Gunnar knew he could never expect to stand at the king’s side when he let the
man take him to bed, no matter how much he began to crave it over the
decades. He’d given his life to be a
member of the elite warriors, not a king’s consort, but he can’t stop wishing the
king could be his.

Moments before Eirik
can change the laws governing their world, an old enemy comes baring a unique
gift. Perhaps Eirik’s not the last of
his kind after all.

“You know as well as I
do that wolves are not immortal. He’s
lived a long, long life and now his soul has… grown thin. I’ve never met one as old as he is and doubt
I will again.”

It wasn’t the answer
Eirik wanted. “How much longer do we
have with him?”

The doctor shook his
head. “It could be days… maybe weeks. I
couldn’t say.”

It wasn’t the answer he
wanted to hear. His hands fisted at his
side as he struggled to control his emotions.

“You can go,” Eirik
whispered, his voice raw.

The doctor left
quickly. Eirik wanted to scream. He wanted to howl his frustrations, but he
had too many eyes watching him.

He was supposed to be
regal.

Unemotional.

Fuck them all!

Eirik punched the wall,
his fist breaking through one of the painted cement blocks. It shattered around his hand, leaving his
fist bloodied. There was no pain, not
greater than the one he already felt. He
stared at the hole he’d left in the wall, knowing it was just like the hole
growing inside him.

“Your Majesty?” Gunnar
said, his voice low and filled with worry.

Eirik met Gunnar’s
stare. He said nothing, just brushed
past the man and went back into Uffe’s room.

The elder wolf slept.

Eirik walked back to
the side of the bed and sat down. He
took Uffe’s hand in his.

Something had changed.

“Uffe?” he asked, panic
filling him. He shook the man’s shoulder
carefully. “Uffe?” he cried, louder this
time. He kept on shaking, but Uffe never
awoke.

“No,” he whispered,
unready to say goodbye.

Sorrow twisted his face
as he sank to his knees beside the bed, Uffe’s hand still captured between
his. Hot tears fell down his face as he
held on for as long as he could. When
there was nothing left inside him, he rose on shaking legs and placed a last
kiss on Uffe’s forehead. Wiping away the
tears, he collected himself as best he could.

“I want his funeral
tonight,” he said to the room. He knew
several of the hospital staff stood at the door, ready to prepare the
body. And likely ready to share gossip
about the king losing his control. “I
won’t have him sitting in the morgue.
Tonight.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,”
two of the staff members said in unison.

After grabbing the
leather file, he exited the room.

He felt Gunnar fall
into step behind him in the hospital corridor.
The small facility was wolf-owned and operated. No humans could ever find out what they were,
so they’d created the world they needed on their own. He moved his hand to the side, slapping
Gunnar in the chest with the file.

“Take this and have
Damien review Uffe’s notes.”

Gunnar took the folder
and never lost a step. “Yes, Your
Majesty.”

“I want him to conduct
a search for other dire wolves immediately.”

“Of course, sire.”

Eirik stopped before
the elevator and punched the button, harder than he needed to. Frustration filled every ounce of his
body. There was nothing he could do to
stop from losing Uffe. The best wolven
doctors, the best of hospital care… none of it was enough.

He was now the last.

Uffe had saved him, for
what? For a legacy of being the last of
his bloodline? To only parlay the
eventual end of his kind for another few thousand years? What had he accomplished to leave a mark—a
mark for an entire race of wolves?

Nothing.

Nothing he’d done would
ever be enough. The dire wolves would go
out with a whimper.

The elevator arrived
and he stepped inside, Gunnar on his heels.
The doors wouldn’t close fast enough.

As soon as they were
alone, Eirik dragged Gunnar into his arms and pressed his lips to his
lover’s. Gunnar yielded easily, his mouth
soft under Eirik’s. He dragged in a
breath, drawing in Gunnar’s masculine scent.

He needed this touch…
this taste. He needed to feel alive
after witnessing the slow drift of death.
He needed Gunnar to fill that hole widening inside him.

Eirik backed away and
stared into Gunnar’s handsome face.
“Tonight. Come to me. After the funeral… I don’t want to be alone.”

Gunnar cupped one side
of Eirik’s face. “As if I’d let you be
alone tonight.”

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Welcome Adam Charles back -- and an excerpt from the new release, His Omega

Mace wasn’t looking for a mate, but when his alpha makes an
alliance with the nearest pack, an omega intended for Mace is part of the deal.
Mace goes into the relationship wanting nothing more than to please his alpha,
but the omega’s reluctance to commit to the mating right away gives him pause.
He convinces the younger man to give him a chance, and Mace soon discovers that
being with this omega is going to bring him pleasure far beyond simply pleasing
his own alpha.

Mace walked across
the clearing to Gideon’s cabin when the truck pulled up. Thomas hopped out
right away and moved to Gideon’s side. The two men embraced, and Mace looked
away as he tried to compose his features. The man who had to be Noah got out of
the truck more slowly. He closed his door and turned right away to begin
unloading the bags.

Mace walked over
and helped him. The younger man stopped and looked over at him. Noah had jet
black hair and clear blue eyes. He was fair skinned and trim, but not too
skinny. “I’m Mace.” He stopped and extended his hand.

“Noah. I’m
Thomas’s brother.”

“Yes, I know.”
Mace returned to unloading the bags.

Noah reached for
another bag. “You must be his second.”

“Yes.” When the
truck was unloaded, he asked, “Which bags are yours?”

Noah looked
around. “These three here.”

Mace nodded. “My
cabin is over here.” He picked up all three of Noah’s bags and began walking
over there.

“I’m staying with
you?” Noah asked, as he moved to catch up with Mace.

“Where else would
you stay?”

Noah glanced
around. “Well, I thought we were supposed to get to know each other first.”

Mace didn’t know
what to say. If Noah didn’t want him, Mace would lose his chance to be the one
to raise Gideon’s heirs. He didn’t like that idea. “How about you give me a
chance first?”

Noah’s cheeks
pinkened again. “I meant no offense. I just feel like I’m being hoisted off on
you. I don’t want to put you out.”

Mace felt Gideon
watching him. He moved over to Noah. “I’m not objecting. I’m looking forward to
getting to know such a beautiful male.” Mace wasn’t exactly lying. Noah was
attractive.

“All right,” Noah
said after a few moments of silence.

Mace nodded and
took Noah’s bags inside. Noah followed him to the guest room, looking around as
they moved through the cabin.

“You have a lovely
home,” Noah said.

“Thank you. Were
you still living with your brother in your pack?”

“Yes. In my pack,
omegas stayed with their families until they were old enough to breed. Then
they would move to their own cabins.”

Mace put Noah’s
bags down and looked him over. “You’re more than old enough to breed. Aren’t
you?”

Noah nodded.
“Twenty. But Thomas didn’t want me to just be a breeder. He wanted me to have a
mate. A real family.”

Mace moved closer.
“Lots of omegas will have that in years to come. I think it will be better for
everyone. Omegas will no longer have large broods of children with different
fathers. It’ll be better.” In the confined space, Noah’s scent surrounded him.
He took a deep breath.

Noah turned to
look out the window.

Mace hesitated,
but finally he said, “You’re worried because you’re about to go into heat.
That’s why you wanted to be somewhere else.”

Noah gripped the
window sill. “Yes. I don’t want you to accept me because of that. It’s easy to
think you’re compatible with someone when you’re fucking all the time.”

“Are you a
virgin?”

“No.”

“But no one ever
seeded you?”

Noah turned around
and leaned back against the chest of drawers by the window. “No. There was only
one man. He pulled out and didn’t knot me. We only had sex a few times.”

“You do prefer men
then?”

Noah nodded.

“Do you find me
appealing?”

Noah looked him up
and down. “Yes. You’re handsome. Strong. Your alpha favors you above all
others, so you must be a good man.”

Mace stepped
closer again. “We don’t have to have sex. While you’re in heat the next few
days, I can simply meet your needs.”

“You don’t have
to.”

“I’d prefer it to
you being bedded by another. I want to please my alpha. He desires this.”

“And you?”

Mace chose his
words carefully. “I want children, and I find you appealing. If you’ll accept
me as your mate, I’ll enjoy giving you many pups.”

Noah cast his gaze
down.

“Don’t you want
children?”

“I do.”

“Are you afraid?”

“A little bit.”

Since male omegas
had to give birth via Cesarean, Mace understood. “I’d take good care of you, I
promise.”

Noah looked up at
him. “You seem to have already made your mind up.”

“I’m choosing to
go into this with a positive attitude.”

“To please your
alpha?”

Mace nodded.

Noah gazed up at
him. “He seems like a good man. You must love him very much.”

“Of course.”

Noah shifted his
stance but didn’t break eye contact. “My brother never notices subtle things,
but … I saw you looking at Gideon as you came over.”

Mace walked over
to the bed and sat down. After nearly a minute of silence, he said, “Will it be
a problem? I’ve never acted on it and never will.”

“I don’t want to
be a consolation prize. It’s unfair to both of us.”

“Why don’t we just
try, the way our alphas want us to? Can’t hurt.” He let his gaze wander over
Noah. “I do find you attractive.”

Noah came and sat
beside him but kept some space between them. “But can we start out as friends?”

“You keep saying
that. I’m not saying it’s not important to me as well, but it doesn’t matter so
much if it’s not what we want.”

“Neither of us
know that yet. Don’t set us up to fail.”

Noah frowned. “I’m
not.”

Mace made himself
calm down and back off. Fighting moments after meeting couldn’t be good. “Then
let me give you a tour of our pack lands.”

“That would be
nice.”

Mace grabbed his
keys and held the front door open for Noah. He’d expected the omega to be eager
to please and more than ready to submit to the will of the alphas. But now, it
seemed Mace had some wooing to do.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Technically it's not release day until tomorrow, but it's up early on Amazon, so why not? (I'll update the links elsewhere once it gets wide release)

At seventeen, Gideon challenged the male who killed his fathers, not knowing he was selling his and his brother bear’s souls to the devil himself. Forced to kill, Gideon and Abram become the monsters they never wanted to be. Once they’re saved, they’re only forced into a brand new hell.

They both know there is no redemption for beasts like them.

Only when they find their mate, a male who’s seeking out the same devil who wronged them years before, can they hope for a future. Both Gideon and Abram know how easy it is to lose yourself to vengeance and they won’t allow Garren to go over the edge.